poignancy
it feels strange to write again... it elates me and utterly terrifies me at the same time; because when i am able to write is when i feel the most alone.
that feeling of splitting apart at the seams
she deems him inappropriate, daydreams unreliable
in this thickening, sickening fog of denial
the vile tinge of loss tainting this world she's
painted and embossed with her rosy outlook on
what he forsook for momentary satisfaction
retraction, into this shock of mock existence
playing the tune without the spark; a stark sense of
longing, what's strong is weak and the future is bleak
for her with those damn leaking eyes (that the world
calls tears)
she fears the moment she feels alone, having grown
empty in this vacuum of lies, she tries to feel at
home, but home is where the heart is and her heart
is nowhere to be found (maybe a part here or there,
but never fufilled or whole)
he stole that completeness away with a kiss
that reassured her of this shred of bliss, which simply
turned to blistering disappointment in this reality
Hellbent on crumbling beneath her as she stumbles
through with little to grab, nothing to hold onto
he says
"that's life"
~
::sigh:: feedback would be great, considering i haven't produced anything in forever and i'd love to know whether people still even read this journal... heh...
yeah...
that feeling of splitting apart at the seams
she deems him inappropriate, daydreams unreliable
in this thickening, sickening fog of denial
the vile tinge of loss tainting this world she's
painted and embossed with her rosy outlook on
what he forsook for momentary satisfaction
retraction, into this shock of mock existence
playing the tune without the spark; a stark sense of
longing, what's strong is weak and the future is bleak
for her with those damn leaking eyes (that the world
calls tears)
she fears the moment she feels alone, having grown
empty in this vacuum of lies, she tries to feel at
home, but home is where the heart is and her heart
is nowhere to be found (maybe a part here or there,
but never fufilled or whole)
he stole that completeness away with a kiss
that reassured her of this shred of bliss, which simply
turned to blistering disappointment in this reality
Hellbent on crumbling beneath her as she stumbles
through with little to grab, nothing to hold onto
he says
"that's life"
~
::sigh:: feedback would be great, considering i haven't produced anything in forever and i'd love to know whether people still even read this journal... heh...
yeah...